and I can't let you go, on your own. So alone, I stand before you. Don't you know? I adore you. Running away, the bridges go down in flames. Oh yeah,
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
too high to read the billboard Got a room at the Best Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down
torches, braziers and cookfires illuminated the dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high
got an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that
momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run Get the flame thrower, lighter
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open
from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit To the day of a reign, I aim and flame leave a
from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit To the day of a reign, I aim and flame leave a lane
the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out
high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down
my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down
my niggas I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas At high school
(feat. Buddah Bless, Eyeslow, Ghostface Killah, Hot Flame) [Ghostface Killah] Walked up in the party like Riz', Ghost, Meth Allah's on the wheels, Chef
Seven, eight - increase the crime rate Tame been all city since Tootie had small titties Come to the malls with me and I'm spendin all 50's High again
rap locked, with rhymes two to a cell Inmate in segregated housin unit refusin the mail Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure Master fool or court
